Pradeep Dhavakumar

Biography of Pradeep Dhavakumar

Pradeep Dhavakumar is a Software Professional from Chennai, India. All he tries in Poetry is to write one good poem in his lifetime.
My poetry blog:
http: //untouchedpastures.blogspot.com/

Pradeep Dhavakumar Poems

For A Good Friend
To travel with a friend is to travel on a cruise ship,
For there will be laughter, music, dance and wine;
Yet you still secretly check for life jackets and rafts,
And only sleep safe when your swimming is fine.

It Is Still There!
There is Water in hard Pulp,
There is Water in pure Milk;
There is Water in thick Tears,
There is Water in Blood too;

Ebony Romance
I unbuckle her jaded black Jacket.
And lift from drapes of crimson Velvet.
With Eyes of a watchful Guard on duty,
I ogle at this naked man-made beauty.

Karna - Staring At The River...
Staring at the River he wondered
how his unseen mother would look:
thin as in summer? or fat as in spring?
fair as in sunlight? or dark as in dusk?

Good Defeats Evil?
Good will defeat Evil.
Every religion says.
In stories and myths,
Something unseen nowadays.

The Resonating Note
I knew not of the place and time
Or the forces that lead me there
But stranded I was, in the dark
With a guitar, left, for my pair.

Rainbow
First, the Rain argued its case.
Then, the Sun reread its lines.
I sat on my balcony, on looking
and expecting the Rainbow's testimony.

Lost In Search
To view the life of another
I left known lands around me;
And boarded a naïve canoe
to search the map-less sea.

Live In The Present
I thought of going back to the past,
To change a thing or two.
But then I may mess something else,
And what will my present then do?

Laundry
Coloured skins of Men
somersault and rejoice
in the dryer's tepid breeze
after sloughing sweats and sins

God
God is
just an answer
for every question
That doesn't have an answer.

Game With Stars
He lay on a dark, deserted isle,
With eyes fixed at stars above;
Face lighted with a smile so big
No vigilant God, would allow.

Full Stop
Looking at you, I remember the first time we met:
sometime in my first grade, when the page-thirsty
line was running wild with its black army, trying to
capture every length and breadth of the white land